“Yeah man…” Muse spoke up from his position on the ground. “I think this stuff’s starting to wear off…” he told them, though the tone of his voice clearly indicated that he was still far from sober as he still carried that dazed, stoner-like disposition. Regardless, he slowly stumbled to his feet, miraculously managing to actually hold himself aloft, though things became a bit more complicated when he tried to move, as he stumbled across the undergrowth like a drunken sleepwalker. “How do I even [i]walk[/i] with all these legs…” he asked himself as his large body swerved back and forth a few times, struggling to remain balanced. 

The huntresses nodded slowly at Rae’s request, all three of them struggling to focus on the girls as it was hard for them to keep their eyes from drifting towards Muse, for multiple reasons. Eventually, the leader spoke up. “Follow us.” she told the girls, while glancing at the others from her tribe to communicate that they stay towards the back of the group, keeping an eye on the giant lizard. 

They then led the girls through the jungle. The tangled weeds and undergrowth were so thick, that if the roleplayers didn’t follow in the leader’s footsteps almost exactly, there was a good chance the girls would find themselves tripping over vines or walking into stray tree branches. Muse only seemed to be able to follow along by virtue of just how massive his body was, brushing aside everything in his way. As the huntresses walked, though, they seemed to be very mindful of disturbing the forest as little as possible, moving plant life out of their way gently, and watching their step for the tiny frogs and lizards that scurried beneath their feet. The two tribal women in back actually seemed quite annoyed at Muse’s comparatively abrasive trek through the forest, though they remained silent. 

After a while, the leader spoke up. “What sort of creature is your guide?” she asked. “He resembles not the beasts that inhabit these jungles.” 

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GM hardly seemed at all focused on the two roleplayers anymore. His sharp, almost vengeful-looking eyes glared intensely at MK as MK stared back at him, the cat’s claws visibly protruding from his soft paws and scraping the ground beneath them as his puffed-up body stood bravely against the Godmodder, his tail flicking behind him eagerly. For at least two full seconds, their eyes remained locked, each seemingly trying to intimidate the other as they waited to see who would make the first move… Until several blobs of terribad suddenly rained from the sky, their combined size, weight, and unexpectedness enough to knock the scrawny GM off his feet as he toppled underneath the horrid mixture, his body covered all at once in an awful slurry of assorted feline guts. And like that one strange housecat you have at home who bursts out of the room at the speed of light when you turn a lamp on, MK Ultra made a hasty dash towards the roleplayers as the concoction came splattering down. 

Having been extinguished for only a mere second, GM’s flaming eye-aura burst back to life as he opened his one eye, singeing a good portion of the green goop off of the side of his face. He could be heard spitting, hacking and gagging as he pulled himself to his feet, struggling to remove any last trace of the awful failure of homemade cream-of-kitten soup from his mouth. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe some of the slop off of his right eye, which then opened to match the other one as the visible portions of his face remained covered in seething anger. “Oh that fucking does it…” he growled, before furiously chasing after the group at superhuman speed.